It's Not My Fault

The check out lady smiles at me and tells me to have a nice day

she tells me like I don't have a choice

she knows, she thinks I'm pathetic and weak

grinning at me, laughing at me

My next door neighbour brings my post around

he thinks I need help, he thinks I'm unstable

that I cant look after myself

he says, have a good one

a good what? drink? pill party?

He has been watching me

I swear he was in my garden

my mum comes over, she is back from France

this place needs a good tidy she says

I pick up a plate and smash it by her feet

I CAN LOOK AFTER MYSELF

she picks up the phone and dials for dad

DONT YOU F*****G DARE TOUCH ME

my mum instead cleans up the china

her eyes red and watery

its not my fault I scream

and then there is a knock on the door

I am back in intensive care, they are checking my pulse

I'm fine I'm fine I tell the truth

but no one listens

I don't need your f*****g help

as to men put me in the car

I know where we are going

its not my fault

Author's Note

Let me know your opinions on this. I feel it's abit cliché but if you find it entertaining/engaging please let me know! Thank you all.